Semi-weekly interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1881-1905, 1887-12-02

reads not at first, nor indeed wholly after
many perusals.
She looked about her deliberately, as one
accustomed to whirl and splendor; yet she
| inquired Of Choisy, as his what rhey do al
together in Paris, m'sieurf'
This is what they do chiefly, ma'm'selle.'
zone would suppose that somebody must
work to bring all this about; the dress, the
decorations, the perfection. But they dc
not seem Ia work in Paris, things come by
magic"
"A pretty illusion, ma'm'selle, hut ! could
iispel il, :" said Choisy, stroking his glove and
smiling.
Pray do not" she exclaimed quickly, II
have had n good many illusions dispclled
since | came here. should like to keep Il
| few"
81 advise you 10 do SO, my child" Choisy
broke into smiles. Here comes o-e now.
Bonnetheau. Msieur. | have the honor to
present you to Miss Whipple."
| | could no more have hindered il than ]
could have prevented Pluto from carrying
of Eurydice; yet wished in my heart that
| they had not met. From that moment !
watched Hippolyte with "A kind Of fascina.
ton | saw his eyes search her face, a. II
gauging her maiden soul. and | knew with
what intentness the beautiful pupils were
| narrowed upon her. He seated himself be-
side her and knew precisely what he would
ay, for he had a formula from which he sci
dom departed in raising such siegcs, but the
band Of the imperial guards was crashing In
INV ears and lost the drift Of his haranguc.
| That II had an air of innocence 0ud unafiect-
edness was sure. and that Miss Whipple was
fast surrendering was equally clear. Her
ivory tablets hung neglected ut her side, and
she frowned imperiously at the young men
who approached her. declining TO dance.
WHY did not Bonnetheau himself ask her
to dance, Because his brains were not in his
heels, and he had infinite resources besides
| waltnng had remarked that he reserved
his dancing capacity, which WIS Of high
[ order, for his hours Of ennui Obviously, be
[ was not now bored.
| As Choisy rejoined then. Hippolyte turned
t. him with boyish eagerneSs. still living
in the Faubourg ST Honore, maeur' And
ma m'selle is, without doubt, at home 10
Paris-happy Paris! ere this Thanks, a
thousand thanks! | shall be charmed TO
call" and Hippolyte backed like courtier
| from their piese1ce.
THE refinemt ut of brass Bonnetheau" /
remarked. as b, thrust his arm through mine
and drew me Il, the supper room. de smiled
one of his strange, brief smiles and assured
me he had done no harm.
For myself | was not 50 certain. Miss
Whipple wa stainless; the stream Of Partisan
life polluted. How long would this fair
flower feat upon its tide without becoming
sulliedi The light dust that settled SO swiftly
| upon fresh souls imported 10 the French car
ital appalled, me, AMI Bonnetheau said Of u
"Call it a dynamical phenomenon, rnGia
evolution, superinduced by"- with lausi
and backfinging of his head, "le Diatie'
who, to Judge from his conversation, wis .
familiar Of Hippolyte's,
Some weeks after the foregoing occur
rences, and perhaps fortnight later thar
our skirmish in the SorbOnne BOnnetheau
sat in our apartment constructing and de
molishing houses of cards. | had observed
these bits of pasteboard and srrmised the
advent of some such extreme for an evening
| at ecarte But soon an order for a carriage
conveyed his intention Of going out.
Whittier tonight | inquired. cycling
rather gio-omily the edge Of II coat that did
not go into company.
| The course of destiny runs straight 20 the
Faubourg St Honore," he replied; and il
was a trying element of Hippolyte's remarks
Il
polemicai mind had no chance with him.
THE Faubourg St Honore!" / exclaimed.
He nodded, smiling and stacking his cards.
That is the residence Of Choisy,1 declared
| Precisely. What dlscernment you have,
Hendrix, and of his ward also"
| "Why are you going there to-nightf dc
manded.
"Ts teach ma'm'selle the mysteries Of
ecarte, my child | shall set up-let me see,
what shall set ups 1t must he something
trifling Fer good manners suggest that
lese the first game You will say, there is
nothing 50 trihing a the heart Of Bonnie
theau Bien. let it be my heart. Then, for
the second game, shall exact a similar stake
| from her, which shall make il a point tC
win. AS for the rubber. the second stalk,
must be repeated. Enfin, the game shall bC
| mine
you had best buy a prie-Dieu for nam
selle. and send it TO her with your comph
ments and the petition that she offer prayer
for you upon it," This observed as / tossec
his cares into the open fire.
He reflected: Ebony standard. 100 francs
blue velvet cushion 10 same--Or pink Which
my friend, il more inspiring 20 the knee
Parbleu! Blues her favorite color. Blu'
velvet cushion u same, fifty francs. Protest
ant Bible bound in ivory-ciel, how the az
cessorics count up. And. after all, she woult
pray that | become "a Christian, and, pro
vidsd the prayer were answ ered-ah, insup
portable! No more Chambertin, no Mabillc
no Julie, no little turns at rouge ct noir-
think of it. To entail such misery upon IN,
fcllowmen The wine merchants would fail
Mabille would lose caste; Julie would cry he
eyes out; the clubs would lose their mos
cherished habitue. Tempt me not Hendrix
tempt me mott He made pretty gesture O
entreatv The world claims my services
Au revoir.'
There was much calling of carriages an,
dispatchiGg of flowers in these days, whicl
led me 70 believe Bonnetheau was maxim;
himself especially agreeable in some diroc
ton. II required no discrimination on N,
part TO locate the object III the Faubourg 81
Honore and resolved to discover 70 wha
extent Miss Whipple was being deceived
Choisy had opened his doors 20 me mercl.
on a social crack 10 be sure, but sufficient {.
allow me 10 push through upon occasion
This now determined TO do.
"Hippolyte, my friend, said I, one morn
ing, hast thou a coat to lend that is gentec
as to buttons, and not shabby in the matte
of sleeves As thou art an amiable fellow
lend it to me, for | propose TO make morn
ing call"
He broke off his little song Of "Que le jou
me dure" abruptly, and there was spark o
anger in his eyes as he replied: Truly,